Bang! Bang! Bang! I wake up. The century-old door to my hostel room is buckling under the pressure of some spirited banging. It’s Singh. I have a call. If you’re 
wondering what I’m doing in 2010 without a phone of my own, then the facts that I’m a heavy sleeper (or used to be) and that half a dozen missed calls don’t go far towards waking me up should suffice as an explanation. Back to the call. It’s Panickon. There’s a problem. I need to be in college in half an hour. I grunt back an affirmative.
Cut to an hour and a half later. I’m finally in college. Yet another breakfast skipped. The Principal’s room is dignifiedly serene. I rush across the room and enter the back-room we had made our office. ‘Dignity’ just disappears from the face of the earth, the word ripped out of every dictionary ever printed! Brace yourself: Gullu Eyes is sprawled on the floor, laughing maniacally at a joke he had himself evidently cracked. Panickon and Twilight are beside themselves in laughter. Veggie was standing in a corner, giggling and wondering what she was doing there. Napoleon had a bewildered look on his face; his blush meant he had been the butt of the joke. The latest budget sheet had weird elephants drawn all over them. There was a smiley at the end of an official looking letter. Elsewhere, the computer screen showed a distorted graphic of what was supposed to be the design for the newspaper ad, now edited beyond repair. Distant memory told me there was a problem? Yeah! But that’s another story! Welcome to DMD World. Continue reading
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